"Woo ......"

The black-haired girl lay in Lanloth's arms, crying so much that she was crying like a pear blossom with rain, and from time to time she picked up her pink fist and slapped the gray-haired elf's shoulder as if she were venting.

Seeing this, Lan Luos, who was helpless, kept sighing, and at the same time had to carefully comfort her: "Okay, okay, don't cry, I'm joking with you." ”

Don't get me wrong, there's nothing weird left out in between.

The Obsidian Sanctuary was a huge cavern under the mountain, and Lanlos could barely make out the direction of the exit from Nia's mouth through simple dragon words, and then led the little girl all the way to the shadows in the corner.

Just as he was passing through a huge pool of lava, a black dragon hovering in the air caught Lanloth's attention.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Lanlos put Nia down and prepared to leave alone. Don't look at this black dragon girl who is so clinging to him now, but in the final analysis, it is only because of the power aura of the guardian of the earth. But this power is a big burden for him, and one day, he will try his best to expel this power from his body.

He thanked Nia for helping him awaken from the invasion of the shadows, but he also knew that the black dragon would one day become enemies with him and the world.

However, just as he turned around, Nia, who didn't know why, obviously realized something, and tears overflowed almost instantly, and she opened her mouth to let out an earth-shattering cry.

Fortunately, Lanlos reacted very quickly, and immediately turned around to stop the girl's crying. At the same time, thanks to the disguise of Mirage and the size of the cavern, Amid the wind, lava, and the howl of the mountains, Nia's brief cry went unnoticed.

No, until now, this girl has not come out of the resentment and grievances of being 'abandoned'.

"Little sister Nia. "Fortunately, Lan Los had a long hospital experience in her previous life, and she had seen all kinds of children, and she knew that she couldn't be immersed in Fang Cai's 'grief' all the time, and seeing a bright light coming from other places in the cave ahead, she hurriedly tried to divert her attention.

"We're going out soon, where do you want to go?"

Although the upper limit of dragons' intelligence is much higher than that of mortals, as a young dragon, Nia is not yet able to understand the language of elves in such a short period of contact. As a last resort, Lanlos had to repeat it in an awkward dragon language.

Fortunately, this approach has been more effective than expected.

Hearing that Lanlos was going to take her out to play, Nia immediately raised her head, still wiping her tears aggrievedly, while looking longingly at the light at the exit.

Little children will always be curious about everything. Even if Nia is a dragon, it is only a young dragon, compared to the young and young adults, the difference in the strength of the young dragon is too big, and it is almost completely incapable of self-preservation.

Generally, young dragons of her age are strictly guarded in their respective birthplaces, and only after they have entered their infancy and have enough ability and strength to distinguish between right and wrong can they be allowed to move freely.

Therefore, Nia, who had never left her birthplace, was naturally unable to answer his question. However, Lanlos obviously didn't expect her to answer herself, seeing that the little girl's eyebrows fluttered because she imagined the scenery outside the Holy Land, completely leaving Fang Cai's grievances behind, the gray-haired elf couldn't help wiping the sweat from her forehead.

As mentioned before, dragon creatures have absolute confidence in their own deterrence and strength, whether it is the Temple of Dragon's Sleep or the Obsidian Sanctuary, the guards are very loose.

Lanloth hid in the shadows with the petite Nia in his arms, and after a moment's probing, he swaggered out of the cavern. Several of the patrolling black draconians didn't even glance at their location.

Surprisingly, the exterior of the Obsidian Sanctuary didn't look as scorching and suffocating as it was inside.

In a sunken depression at the foot of the mountain, the entrance to the huge cave was almost completely buried by ice and snow, and from a distance, it would not be noticeable that this was the holy place of the Black Dragon Legion.

Nia seems to have seen snow for the first time, or rather, the outside world for the first time. Bright sky, silvery white earth, golden sunlight, and scattered snowflakes in the sky.

Everything made this little girl feel curious and happy from the bottom of her heart. Compared to the obsidian sanctuary, which was covered in smoke and black clouds, the scorching lava, and the scorched earth, the scene in front of me was undoubtedly much better.

At the beginning of life, a living being is a blank piece of paper, and it is often the traces and colors left on this blank paper every day that determine its future. Even if it is a black dragon, it can feel the beauty of peace.

Looking at the black-haired girl who almost fell out of her arms several times in order to catch the snowflakes flying in the air, Lanlos's expression became more and more relaxed. Perhaps, it wasn't a bad idea to bring her out.

"Mortal, I've been waiting for you for a long time. ”

Just as such a thought arose in Lanlos's heart, a voice that seemed thick and flirtatious suddenly exploded in his ears.

Bang!

His legs suddenly burst out with great power, and the snow under his feet was directly overturned, and Ranros protected Nia with both hands and jumped up, and in a blink of an eye, he was already more than ten meters away from his original position.

Ice slag and snowflakes mixed with dirt continued to fall from the sky, and Lanloth's sword-sharp eyes, with a suffocating sense of urgency, stared at the figure across from the flying snow.

The figure that was close to him, but didn't let him notice it in the slightest.

The white gloves faded into a magical blue at the fingers, the blue robes were embellished with intricate silver spells and patterns, and the blue streamers with magical aura slowly swirled at the junction of the color blocks. Gorgeous, but not ostentatious, as if it has vitality, and between breathing and breathing, it releases infinite mysteries.

This garment, which Lanlos had had the privilege of seeing, including the dignity of its owner, was also firmly in his mind. However, looking at the familiar face in front of him now, he couldn't help but show an expression of disbelief.

Sky blue bunched hair, long pointed ears, and fair complexion.

No, a dragon in the form of a High Elf.

Ahh

Lanlos opened his mouth and was about to ask something, when a short, delicate sneeze suddenly came from his arms. It seemed that Fang Cai's sudden movement had chilled the girl, and Ranros almost instinctively lifted his cloak and put it over Nia's body.

However, it was precisely because of this disturbing interruption that the lightning and thunder between the people who came and Lanlos disappeared in an instant.

"I like it a lot. The man looked at his well-proportioned hands and feet, and his fair and hard face, with a satisfied expression.

seems to be inadvertently self-showing, but it inexplicably makes Lanlos's heart tighten. Slowly raising his head, the gray-haired elf's gaze looked at him solemnly through the few strands of hair scattered on his forehead because of Fang Cai's excitement.

He, Malygos, King of the Blue Dragon, Weaver.

Not only did Fang just appear quietly beside him, but in such a short period of time, he recognized the difference between his race of Lanlos and the Night Elves.

With the blessing of the Titans, the dragon is naturally able to transform into other weak mortal races at will, so that even if they frequently haunt mortal society, they will not cause any disturbances. But on the other hand, this is a reference object, and they can't change into a race they don't know.

There were no High Elves in this era, so much so that anyone who had seen Lanloth so far thought that he was a Night Elf suffering from some kind of albinism.

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But Malygos not only saw through it at a glance, but also completed the mortal transformation of the High Elves in such a short period of time. Although Lanlos didn't deliberately hide it, such a keen and precise insight made him tense all at once.

Even in his heyday, he couldn't defeat the guardian dragon, let alone now, and the king of the blue dragon obviously didn't know him now, and even, judging from his past performances, there seemed to be some contradictions between the two sides?

I still have a drag oil bottle with me, if I make an unpleasant scene, can I run away?

Lanlos silently grabbed Edrúin, and then sadly discovered that the answer was definitely not.

"Haha, don't be nervous, mortal, I have no ill will towards you. ”

The hearty laughter made Lanlos's eyes widen even more, was this really Malygos?

Different from the weathered and bitter hatred 10,000 years later, the high elf standing in front of him now not only has a peaceful face, a natural demeanor, and gestures, but is also full of fascinating confidence and wisdom.

The huge gap with his impression made Lan Luo puzzled at the same time, but also deepened his vigilance.

Although Malygos 10,000 years later has an extreme personality and a short temper, at least joy, anger and sorrow are not shy about writing on his face. Now, as a human spirit, Lanlos felt a fierce same-sex repulsion from the depths of his soul.

This guy doesn't look like a good guy.

It was based on his intuitive warning that Lanlos was silent for a long time, never responding to the other party, and not daring to be honest about the truth about his future.

"Metri asked you to come, didn't he'd be able to use the dragon transformation spell on other people so quickly, what a surprise. Malygos did not pay attention to his silence, but took great interest in scrutinizing him from top to bottom.

The gray-haired elf shuddered from his gaze, and hurriedly turned sideways to avoid the vital point: "I don't know who Your Excellency is?"

Seeing that Lanlos said nothing about the color of his skin, Malygos smiled meaningfully, and then pretended not to notice it, and pretended to ignore the small detail with him.

"Didn't Matri mention me to you? Oh, by the way, he never asked my name. ”

He didn't make any movements, but as his voice came out, purple energy spontaneously flowed through his eyes, and an invisible hurricane lifted the hem of his clothes. The wind and snow stopped, as if even the heavens and the earth were listening carefully to his next words.

"Hello, mortal. I am the King of the Blue Dragon Legion, the Guardian of Magic and Mysteries, and the Weaver of Malygos. ”